Episodic Exodus Poem by Neil Crawford

One day Human Beings will stand on
distant, virgin worlds, their gaze turned to
invisible Earth, blue jewel,
sphere of clouds.

They will be new immigrants,
brave foolish pioneers,
their children New Earth's founders,
fresh history's architects.

Take heed, proud Mother,
your offspring stride the midnight void,
scattering all before them,
they gather worlds like shells...

They will be new beachcombers,
these delvers of the dark,
these sorters of cosmic flotsam,
here Mother, contemplate their beach.